When Reese leaned down, Brantley slid his hand behind Reese’s neck, urging his mouth closer.
Damn, but he loved Reese’s mouth.
“Never done this before,” Reese whispered, his breath fanning Brantley’s lips.
“I know.” Brantley nipped Reese’s chin. “And I fuckin’ love that I’m your only.”
And boy did he. Brantley had never known a high quite as great as knowing the man he was with had never been with another man before. Every single one of their experiences was new for Reese. In turn, it made it all the hotter.
When their mouths fused once more, Brantley took over. He shifted lower while jerking Reese’s hips to nudge him up his body. Then finally, he was right where Brantley needed him to be.
“Put your hands beside my head,” he said when their lips parted. “And lift your hips.”
The position allowed Brantley to see Reese’s face, which was exactly what he wanted.
With a firm grip on his cock, he guided Reese with a hand on his hip.
“Sit on me, baby,” he groaned when the head of his dick pressed against Reese’s puckered hole.
Time became nonexistent as Reese eased downward, that tight ring of muscle stretching to take him fully. Brantley never looked away from Reese’s face as their bodies joined intimately.
Fucking perfection. That was what this was. With Reese, it was both heaven and hell. So fucking good it was damn near painful.
His cockhead finally breached the tight ring of muscles, and he held firm, pushing inside the blistering heat of Reese’s body. His breath lodged in his throat momentarily as the pleasure consumed him.
When Reese’s eyes squeezed shut, Brantley ran his hand down his thigh. “Slow. I want you to take all of me.”
And then he did.
Reese’s body enveloped him, wicked heat sending shards of electricity lighting up his spine. He focused on breathing while Reese shifted forward, rocked back. Once, twice.
Then Reese settled into a rhythm that had the hair on Brantley’s arms standing on end, the sensations overwhelming.
“Good?”
He smiled up at Reese, still watching him. “Better than good. Fuck me. Take exactly what you need.”
When he did, when Reese began rocking forward and back, taking his cock to the hilt, Brantley had to clamp his teeth together to keep from coming.
He knew it wasn’t merely physical, their joining. And that was what made it so intense. They weren’t only two bodies coming together. This was more. So very much more.
Minutes ticked by as Reese rode him. All the while, Brantley let his hands roam over Reese. Up his thighs, over his stomach, higher. He pinched Reese’s nipples, grazed his cock with a brush of his hand. He wanted to push him higher than he’d ever been before.
“Oh, fuck,” Reese ground out, slamming his hips down before rocking forward, slamming down again. “More.”
“Two choices,” he said with a smirk.
Reese’s eyes narrowed.
“You can jerk your cock while I fuck you. Or I’ll jerk you and you can fuck yourself on my cock. Your choice.”
Reese reached between his legs, gripped his cock with one hand, and leaned forward, propping himself on the other. “Fuck me.”
Brantley did.
He bent his knees, dug his fingertips into Reese’s hips, holding him still while he drove his hips up from underneath, fucking him hard and deep, faster and faster, he drove them both toward release. It didn’t take long before he was emerging on the crest, gearing up to soar over the edge, but he somehow managed to hold off until Reese shouted his name.
The feel of Reese’s cum spurting over his belly and chest was the trigger. He drove up, at the same time pulling Reese’s hips down, and came with a guttural roar.
